"Sad! hateful! Sad! The person that Senior Brother Jiu hated the most in his life was actually a person who wanted to help him very much, and the person he was once grateful for and promised him to enter the sect ended up killing him with his own hands. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info time also, life also. ”

"If the eldest brother can not die in the last battle, I think he should take the ninth senior brother as his own disciple. ”

"Yes. Li Yong suddenly said: "The first time Senior Brother Yan came, the third senior brother let him go - I listened to the third senior brother say to himself, 'It's a pity for this son'...... At that time, I didn't know the concerns of the third senior brother...... It turns out that he has a last resort...... The third senior brother is a natural talent, and there is no possibility of 'jealousy and meritocracy' at all!"

"Back then, it wasn't because the third senior brother refused to teach well that I voted for the fourth senior brother's ......" Li Yong gave a salute to the fourth senior brother: "Actually, he asked me to follow the fourth senior brother, and that was what he told me to ......"

"He said, Fourth Senior Brother, you are too impulsive, the current sect is in crisis, and he is afraid that Fourth Senior Brother will suffer in the next series of accidents, because I am still honest and serious, so I asked me to do more persuasion in Fourth Senior Brother...... But in the end, you couldn't be saved, Senior Brother...... I am not only sorry for the fourth senior brother, but also disappointed the third senior brother's expectations for me......"

The fourth senior brother just couldn't stop crying.

"Senior Brother Feng and a few of them, and the third senior brother also asked him to go home first to avoid the limelight. If they hadn't returned to the fields and pawnshops in the market, and sacrificed their good skills, they would have been able to avoid killing themselves after that with the senior brother fully controlling the entire sect......

A few people dressed as miscellaneous servants stepped forward -- it was a few people who had sent Wang Yuan's father in the morning, and they had taken off their heads, and they were the few juniors and disciples of Wang Quanjiao.

They have endured it for several years, just waiting for such a day to give their senior brother justice.

Those new disciples who don't know Wang Quan as a person, from the moment they enter the sect, hear Wang Quan in the mouth of others, they are always conceited and arrogant, stubborn and self-serving, and do bad things.

Now I heard a completely different image in Wang Yuan's mouth.

Comparing the two, I feel a lot of emotion.

However, the eldest brother is indeed too proud and confident. and eventually died because of it. There's nothing wrong with that. At that time, he could obviously be left alone, because as long as he took the first place and left the sect, there would be nothing. In addition to the county zun wants to eat people to practice, the person who goes to the state to study, if he performs well, it is also his political achievement, whether he is the eldest brother or the senior brother, he doesn't care. ”

"The eldest brother thinks that it is better than the first, winning the senior brother, and then assisting the master to take revenge, there is no problem. Although the senior brother rebelled, he still maintained a sanctimonious image in the sect, and he was a swords to the eldest brother, saying that he had to do this because he had no choice but to do it...... Although the eldest brother was on guard, he still didn't expect the eldest brother to use me as a breakthrough, and the eldest brother finally fell for the trick......"

Looking at the mountains covered with snow and the chill to the bone, Wang Yuan's tone was endlessly gloomy.

......

Seven years ago in the ring.

There was no accident in the first game, Wang Quan's swordsmanship was still excellent, and it didn't take much effort to hand over the opponent's weapon in the sword move competition.

Things went the way he and the master had envisioned.

He glanced at the master, but found that the master was more nervous than him.

Sitting beside him are enemies who do not share the same sky, but they must sit like a mountain.

Wang Quan glanced at the master.

In the next game, in the battle of soldiers, he will use the "Sea of Burning Blood" to first block the way of Yue Junshi's gang, so as not to give him a chance to disrupt the situation, and then immediately use his own blood to improve the master's instantaneous skills, and collapse the cliff behind the monster county magistrate-

It's a matter of success or failure.

Wang Quan glanced at the sick and crooked Yue Junshi, and there was only contempt in his heart: If he can't compare to himself, he thinks of the trick of betraying his sect and seeking glory -- what if you have the support of a demon official? I will defeat you in a dignified manner, and no one will have anything to say.

......

It didn't take a while.

Things have taken a turn for the worse -

Wang Quan found that he was obviously in good spirits, but his courage could not be raised at all.

"What's wrong with the third junior brother, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

Yue Junshi pretended to be concerned, but in his eyes, he was comfortable with the success of his treacherous plan.

Wang Quan rubbed his palms, and quickly remembered the pat on his brother's shoulder that day-

Yue Junshi is really despicable.

Unexpectedly used Xiaoyuan......

"Knock! knock!"

Wang Quan hit the sword spirit in his hand several times, and the ring rolled everywhere.

Shizun's brow furrowed—he didn't know what had happened.

Looking at Yue Junshi, who was getting closer and closer with his sword, Wang Quan sneered.

Reaching out to the edge of the sword, Wang Quan waved hard!

Burnt Blood!

Burn all of you despicable ghosts, snakes, and gods!

However, the blade had cut the skin open, but there was no blood in the wound.

Not a single bit.

It seems that only the sound of air coming from inside can be heard.

Just like him, Wang Quan is now a skin full of gas.

Wang Quan was surprised for the first time!

The blade went deeper, slicing through the bones - still no blood!

"It's useless, don't try it. Yue Junshi turned his back to his senior brother and said to him with his mouth.

His heart must have been full of pride.

Wang Quan is not convinced!

He continued to stab wounds on his hands, arms, and big~ legs.

Still no blood!

Damn it!

Where did Lao Tzu's blood go!

Without blood, I'm a walking dead now!

He frantically stabbed himself with his long sword - all that came out was a yellowish inexplicable liquid.

Wang Quan didn't understand, but in the eyes of others, he was hurting himself.

The third senior brother went crazy.

Yue Junshi pumped him ~ out of the distance.

"How could I, how could there be no blood at all!" Wang Quan kept asking in his heart.

He went to see the master, and the master was looking at him.

The look of concern is also asking him what's wrong?

Wang Quan could only smile bitterly.

Master Zun understood.

Wang Quan fell for the tricks of his scheming apprentice.

Without the assistance of his beloved disciple Wang Quan, can the monster around him who has broken through the Tiger Pass still be able to deal with it?

"Suddenly, the plan was cancelled. "The master wanted to say to him.

Wang Quan noticed the hesitation on the master's face, and he knew that the weakness of the master's character had appeared again!

Once again, he wanted to back down!

How can this work?

That's the revenge of the sect to destroy the sect!

That's the revenge of killing the ancestor!

How much preparation has been made for this!

And how much notoriety he has bore up!

Wang Quan is in a hurry, he can't do it alone!

He needs blood!

He needs to prove that he still has blood, to burn the sea of blood!

Not only burns the sea of blood, but also uses the blazing fire to inspire people's fighting spirit!

But where is the blood?

There's no blood here!

There's no blood there!

Yue Junshi was still watching him "self-harm", with a cruel smile on his face. He didn't look like a scholar at all.

Wang Quan also sneered.

He also knew where there was blood.

If there was no blood there, he would be dead.

Therefore, Wang Quan stabbed the long sword into his chest with all his might.

Blood gushes!

Splash more than a foot long!